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bruce wayne @ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ @ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ audio & text

PLEASE NOTE: Bruce has two inboxes.

His official user id for the network is Bruce and if you meet in person, in the unlikely event he gave you his contact details, this is the ID he would give you.

That said, his conversations on the network have largely been under the id of Wayne, as a way to keep his two identities separated.
This is the username he uses most often and he will answer replies to that handle- there just seems to be no physical person on the registry to link it to.

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All thing considered he thinks- Riku is far more cooperative than Bruce has ever been. He thinks it's an admirable quality, the willingness to trust someone else, the instinct to reach out instead of drawing away. He knows that they aren't innate traits, it isn't the way Riku has always been, but that makes them all the more remarkable. Family and security, friendship and support, the fears and hopes and secrets and trials that make up a person are only ever one dimension. The rest, Bruce has found, is choice. Riku has come out the other side of a very long darkness, this is true. But he's also done it and preserved so much kindness.

Everyone wants to be strong for their own reasons.
But it's Riku's gentleness that draws him near.

He lingers for another moment, watches as Riku hears him out- considers it, and slowly drops his chin into a nod. He looks so worn through, like a sheet of paper held up to the light, but when Bruce's gaze tracks over his face it isn't just worry to be found there. It's fondness too. His fingers travel to Riku's shoulder, a gentle but deliberate weight. "Hold on." Before he bends and lifts Riku's lantern into his arms, carrying it as if it's a living thing. Perhaps it's not far from the truth.

Bruce doesn't linger far from his touch either way, returning to Riku's side and encouraging his arm to lift- drawing it up around his shoulders so that he might put his own arm around Riku's wait. "Here. Let's go to my room."